Shelter

"Who will be my shelter?" From the Unknown? From the luring Darkness? From the bitter Cold? Could he perhaps raise his hand, or Something? How naive are you? Look at the fucking hobo begging to be laid for but a plate of food. Or the pretentious lawyers who just cares for money The construct their own shelter, whether by mud or brick. Ultimately it must be you who must conceal your face and soul from the unknown darkness that so freely roams in the cold. "Ag fuck!!!"